John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
John Hartford
You took my watch you took my chain
You took my sunshine and my rain
You took my food you took my drink
You even took the kitchen sink
I think I shoulda wore my birthday suit
No kinda socks and one old boot
Left behind my Stetson hat
So I wouldn't feel the cold on my way back
You're too slick and miss rooty-toot-toot
I shoulda wore my birthday suit
You took my soul before I was through
Yeah and took the car keys too
Didn't you leave me any fun
Would you believe my chewin' gum
I think I shoulda wore my birthday suit
No kinda socks and one old boot
Left behind my Stetson hat
So I wouldn't feel the cold on my way back
You're too slick and miss rooty-toot-toot
I shoulda wore my birthday suit
You got my watch and all of my time
Then skinned me out of my very last dime
This is what they call destitute
I shoulda showed up in my birthday suit
I think I shoulda wore my birthday suit
No kinda socks and one old boot
Left behind my Stetson hat
So I wouldn't feel the cold on my way back
You're too slick and miss rooty-toot-toot
I shoulda wore my birthday suit
I Shoulda Wore My Birthday Suit was written by John Hartford.
I Shoulda Wore My Birthday Suit was produced by Felton Jarvis.